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I found God |
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In a Cadallidic converter |
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In TopekaOn a |
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Monday night |
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I taste blood |
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Every time |
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I think of summer |
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If that's true |
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I'm in for quite a treat' |
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Cause I'm begging for the sun |
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In a mid-Missouri winter |
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Waiting desperately to get outta town |
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No you can't keep a good man down |
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You've been known |
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To obsess over the future |
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Do you think |
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You'll get away from the past |
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As you stone yourself |
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Just to make it through 'til midnight |
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Consider what you might have found |
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You think you've got a good thing now |
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I found God |
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In a Cadallidic converter |
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In TopekaOn a |
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Monday night |
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Every saint has a past |
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Every sinner has a future |
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So you know what keeps me hanging around |
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No you can't keep a good man down |
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From here on |
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You can count on all things going |
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The way they must've from the start |
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All you feel is the current flowing through you |
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And seizing your infected heart |
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I found God |
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In a Cadallidic converter |
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In TopekaOn a |
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Monday night |
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I found God |
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In a Cadallidic converter |
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In TopekaOn a |
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Monday night |
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Every saint has a past |
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Every sinner has a future |
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Saint has a past |
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Every sinner has a future |
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Saint has a past |
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Every sinner has a future |
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Saint has a past |
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Every sinner has a future |
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Sinner has a future |
